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Artist: Wolfmare

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Album: The Sacred Mushroom and the Crows

Genre: Folk Metal

Country: Russia

Year: 2013

Label: SoundAge Production

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This is a traditional Scottish ballad, which lyrics were translated into a number of languages.

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Wolfmare are:

Dmitri Petras: basses, vocals, programming, production, concept, payout, mixing and mastering

Stas Matveev: guitars

Elena Chikulaeva: violin and vocals

Andrei Stepanov: drums

Iana Nikulina: keyboards and vocals

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"The Sacred Mushroom and the Crows" was recorded and mixed at Wolfmare and Interzvuk Studios, St.Petersburg,Russia,between November 2012 and April 2013.

Engineered by Ernest Sheremet and Dmitri Petras.

Cover art by Maria Surkova.

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Lyrics:

As I was walking all alane,

I heard twa corbies makin' a mane.

The tane intae the tither did say

"Whaur sall we gang and dine the day?"

It's in ahint you auld fail dyke,

I wot there lies a new slain knight,

an naebody kens that he lies there,

but his hawk, his hound an his lady fair.

His hound is to the haunting gane,

his hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,

his lady's ta'en anither mate,

so we may mak our dinner swate.

Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,

and I'll pike oot his bonny blue e'en;

wi ae lock o his gowden hair,

we'll theek oor nest whan it grows bare.

There's mony a ane for him maks mane,

but nane sall ken whaur he is gane,

o'er his white banes, when they are bare,

the wind sall blaw for evenmair.

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Music: Traditional, I.Nikulina and D.Petras

Lyrics: Traditional

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